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Jeffree vs the Jury System Don't faint, yeah, ano...

 

Jeffree vs the Jury System

        Don't faint, yeah, another post just a couple of days after the one about spring. I know, not my usual pattern. For some reason, it just kinda felt like I should get a few things off my chest. Not necessarily bad things, just stuff I've been holding in; I'm sure you've gone through it, too.

        So, I've had a few health issues that have been a real burden and have impacted my ability to live normally for several years. Never mind what, you really don't want to hear the details. The good part is that the doctor I've been seeing for a couple of years, who has given me every medication out there, none of which did a darn thing, told me there's a surgery that will fix the problem; at least, it will for 91% of patients.

        "Whattttt?" I almost screamed. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

        "Because insurance requires me to see if any of the meds would work because they're much less expensive than the cost of the surgery."

        'Of course,' I thought. 'Why in he-- are the insurance companies still managing our healthcare? America's healthcare system is still as broken as it ever was.'

        "Fine," I told my doctor. "How soon can you schedule the surgery?"

        Turns out they couldn't schedule me for over two months. I think I groaned. I took the date they offered me because two months out was better than living with this forever. I'd already been dealing with it for 10+ years, though it had only become really bad in the last two years. What's a few more months? A few weeks before the surgery date, I received a jury summons to report two days before my surgery. I felt a rage boil up inside. I was on the cusp of screaming so loud that people coulda heard me six blocks away. The next morning I called the jury office and tried very nicely to tell them I could not report for jury duty. 

        "Why not?" the uber efficient woman who answered the phone asked. "You have to report or you'll be arrested."

        "Gimme a break," I retorted. "I'm having surgery two days later, and if I get put on a jury, and it goes more than two days, I'm gonna play hookey on surgery day."

        "You can't do that!" she said. "You'll be arrested."

        "What are you gonna do, send the deputies into the operating room to arrest me?"

        She backed down. "Well, no." Silence. "When will you be able to report for jury duty?"

        "Not real sure," I answered a bit smugly. "I don't know how long it will take to recover."

        "Do you think if I postpone your jury date that you can report two months later?"

        Silence on my part. Finally, I thanked her because I recognized she was obviously making an effort. The funny part about all this is that I've never ever sat on a jury and I've really wanted to. I've been called for jury duty several times in three different states, and in every case, either the defense or the prosecution throws me off. 

        Long story short, I had my surgery, and it turned out to be 100% successful. Honestly, I didn't expect it to work, simply because nothing else has why should this be any different? Oh me of little faith. It didn't just work, it worked brilliantly. And life has returned to normal or whatever normal is.

        Till next time,

        Jeffree

       

How I Dearly Love Spring! ...

How I Dearly Love Spring! 

                                                                           


        Everywhere I've lived with real winter, when the snow begins to thaw, and I can switch out sweaters for warm-weather tops, boots for flip-flops, and stop wearing socks to bed, my nefesh soars. For those unfamiliar with the term, nefesh means soul or spirit in Hebrew. Regardless of language, there's something about spring and the emergence of flowers and vibrant greenery that lifts the human spirit. In some parts of the northern hemisphere where winter can last until nearly June, spring is like a balm, a salve that helps the spirit thaw and feel human again. 
    Here in Texas, the weather teases us unmercifully. In March and sometimes as early as February, warmer temps, as in shorts weather, arrive, and we rush to the nurseries for seeds, colorful plants, and bags of fresh soil, tickling our fancies with dreams of yards that will look like estate botanical gardens tended by a bevy of professional landscapers. And then a cold front barrels through, dropping the temps into the 20s or low 30s, and we watch our beautiful new plantings wilt and die before our tearful eyes. The smart gardeners among us have either started their plantings in seed starter kits inside or in a greenhouse, if they're lucky enough to have one, or patiently wait until the cold fronts stop swooping in and then go buy nursery pretties and plant them when there's no chance of the mercury dropping below 50 degrees.   
    Me? I've lived the grief of planting too soon, as well as waiting, which had its own drawbacks. Planting radish, carrot, turnip, and other cold-weather veggies too late will often produce woody, hard vegetables that not even the squirrels will eat. As the saying goes, timing is everything. 
    And then, in my garden, there's my annual battle of the tomatoes. I love fresh tomatoes. Who doesn't? And I adore birds, especially the cardinals, robins, woodpeckers, finches, mockingbirds, doves, grackles, blue jays, and the darling Carolina chickadees who call my yard home. The only problem is that they like tomatoes, too. Hubby put up a couple of bird feeders, a hummingbird feeder, and a platform where he anchors seed cakes that he makes for the birdies. He really goes out of his way to take good care of them, so why do they have to eat MY fresh tomatoes?  
    Last year I planted just one tomato plant with regular-sized red tomatoes and one with mini yellow pear tomatoes, and guess what I discovered? They weren't terribly interested in the tiny yellow pear tomatoes. They went after the bigger red ones. Now, you're probably wondering why I didn't put netting over the plants to prevent the feathery vertebrates from dining on my precious tomatoes. I did! And they got in there anyway, except that they didn't bother with the mini yellow pear tomatoes. Lesson learned. 
    Last week, I was at a nursery and saw lots of tomato plants for sale. I walked right past the Celebrity, Roma, Better Boy, Early Girl, Beefsteak, heirlooms, and all the other enticing tomato plants calling to me. At the end of the row, I found scads of mini yellow pear and red cherry tomato plants. I grabbed one of each and planted them in pots when I got home. Why pots, you wonder? So I can keep a close eye on them in case an interloper like a squirrel or bird goes after them. If they do, I'll put together big cages and set them over the pots, and I'll weigh the cages down with heavy rocks on the top. No more poor me playing the victim. Nope. I got this. This summer, I'm going to have more tomatoes than I can use. And maybe, just maybe, I'll put a plate of extras out in the yard for the birds to nosh on. That is if they're nice and don't try to wiggle their way into my cages and decimate my crop.
    I sure do love spring. 


    Till next time,

    Jeffree

Mensch and I are Famous! You've probably seen ...

Mensch and I are Famous!




            You've probably seen pics of my incredibly adorable, Schnorkie, Mensch. Those soulful eyes, that face, I melt every time I look at him except when he's barking his brains out, which is how he communicates. I'd always heard that terriers bark a lot and are stubborn. I had no idea until this guy adopted me. I've discovered there's no way to get around it, considering he's half mini schnauzer and half Yorkshire terrier. But I digress.

            Around the time the total eclipse recently descended on Texas, a beautiful black lab appeared in our driveway and walked into our garage when my husband got out of the car. She was such a beautiful, sweet dog, clearly looking for love and a forever home. We ended up fostering her for a few days while we tried to locate her owner, which never happened because, unfortunately, our town is known as a place where people dump their unwanted dogs. Abandoned dogs run all over town, looking for their loved ones who are long gone. It really upsets me. I try to help rather than ignore the problem. 
            Eventually we did find someone who wanted her with all his heart. One of our town's police officers who transported her back and forth from the shelter in a larger city fell head over heels with her. We were ecstatic because they were clearly mesmerized with one another. Unfortunately, he couldn't take her home until the end of his shift the next day. So, the sweet girl hung out with Mensch in our back yard. It was pretty cute to watch the two of them play. At Mensch's full height, his head only came up to just above her knees. His body barely reached her knees. And that gave him a big advantage as they chased one another around the yard. Mensch ran wild and crazy circles around her, which made her spin like a top trying to catch our boy. When the sun went down, she and Mensch ate dinner together, and my husband made up a doggie bedroom for her in our breezeway. As soon as we turned out the light at bedtime, we discovered she was terrified of the dark. That poor dog was crying so loud that we were pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard her. We figured what's a few more cents on our electric bill to keep the light on for her. 
            Anyway, the story of Luna, as she came to be called, was one I couldn't forget. When Chicken Soup for the Soul issued a call for a new title: What I Learned From My Dog, I knew I had to write and send in the story of that very special dog who came into our lives near the total eclipse. Ya know, I've heard that strange things, magical things, have been known to happen just before, during, and after an eclipse. I never paid much attention to those accounts, but I sure do now. Luna was indeed one of them.
            The book was recently published and is now available wherever books are sold. Although the story isn't about Mensch, he did have a supporting role, and that's why he's included in the photo above. The Chicken Soup for the Soul folks sent us a bag of their doggie treats that I sparingly fed to Mensch while he helped me open the box of books. Now, every time I open the door to the kitchen pantry he charges in ahead of me, sits and stares at the shelf with "his" treats, and thumps his tail as though saying, "Come on, Mom!"





Till next time,







 

Where Did the Last Few Months Go? It just dawned ...

 

Where Did the Last Few Months Go?

        It just dawned on me that I've been remiss. I couldn't remember the last time I posted on the blog. I quickly discovered why I couldn't remember -- it had been two months since I'd posted anything. I have absolutely no excuse for why. Granted, four holidays were in that time frame, requiring all the usual activities that often take up my time. Seems like a good enough excuse, however, the holidays come every year with all the same responsibilities. I have no one else to blame but myself. Now onto a more interesting topic. 

        I took a brief respite from book signings and talks at Texas Quilt Guilds and Quilt Shops. The last one that Judy Steward and I did was in Austin the first week of December. What a great group of people. As I do at all our presentations, I read a segment of The Wedding Dress Quilt. Afterward, when I was signing copies of The Wedding Dress Quilt an impeccably dressed, precious older woman came up to talk to me.

Precious Lady: I dearly love it when someone reads to me.

Me: Did a teacher or a parent read to you when you were a young girl?

Precious Lady: Oh yes! Ever since I was a girl. That's why I loved your reading a chapter in your book to us tonight.

Me: I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Precious Lady: Do you live here in Austin?

Me: No, I live in a small town two hours north of here.

I saw the smile on Precious Lady's face disappear.

Me:  Why do you ask?

Precious Lady: I don't have anyone to read to me anymore. I was hoping that if you live here in Austin or somewhere nearby that you would consider coming to my home and reading to me.

My heart began to beat extra hard. I took her hands in mine and looked deep into her eyes.

Me: I do wish I could.

Precious Lady: How often do you come to Austin? Maybe you could come to my home whenever you're in town.

I stood there grasping her hands in mine and feeling like such a disappointment. 

Me: Oh, if only I could. Honestly, I don't come to Austin very often. I've visited Austin only a half dozen times. 

She looked down, a look of sorrow creeping across her face. 

Precious Lady: Well, it was worth a try. 

She turned and walked out of the hall, leaving me feeling bereft, as though I'd lost something terribly important. And in truth, I had. 

Our next presentation will be on Monday, Feb 10, 6:15p at the Crossroads to Texas Quilt Guild at the Methodist Church in Harker Heights.  Join us if you can. 

And the Beat Goes On......... Whether you've heard th...

 And the Beat Goes On.........

    Whether you've heard the song "And the Beat Goes On," written by Sonny Bono and recorded by Sonny and Cher, you probably know it or at least the lyrics. So, where is this conversation going and what does it have to do with writing? Everything!

    Since late August, I've been on a book tour to promote The Wedding Dress Quilt, published August 25th. I've done nine book signings so far, and have six more scheduled between December of this year, and July of 2025. Yep, I've been pretty busy, and not just doing promotional stuff, I've been working on book#2. In other words, the beat goes on. 

    In between the book signings and writing, I was deeply honored to attend Quilt Market (an industry trade show at the George Brown Convention Center in Houston) where I taught a class the day before it started in what's called The Schoolhouse. I was flattered and a bit shocked when I saw every seat in the room taken. Then, the next day, the folks at Moda Fabrics hosted me in their beautiful booth for a book signing. Imagine my shock when I saw people lined up and disappearing around the back. All I could think was, 'Are those people all waiting for me?' I soon found out that indeed they were. I signed 50 books in my half-hour time slot and afterward, I floated through the convention center the rest of the day. Oh, and see the beautiful quilt hanging on the front of the table? That's a real wedding dress quilt made from six, yes six, wedding dresses by my friend Judy Steward. It goes everywhere Judy and I go and the cool part is that it looks exactly as I described it in the book. 

  
    Finally, if you're reading this post before Thanksgiving, I wish you and those dear to you a very Happy Thanksgiving.

Till next time,

Sightings, Sightings Everywhere! Oops, no, that isn't ri...

 

Sightings, Sightings Everywhere! 

Oops, no, that isn't right.

It's Signings of The Wedding Dress Quilt.

It’s been a busy few weeks ever since The Wedding Dress Quilt was published at the end of August. Just this month alone I’ve done three book signings:

Sept 15: The Oak House in West, Texas. I was kinda busy signing books so didn’t have a chance to count heads. I think there were 30 to 40 people in attendance. People came early and stayed late. Several people had seen my live interview on KWTX earlier in the day. 

Sept 18: The Kiwanis Club of West. That was a lot of fun mostly because I knew everyone there. Their reception and enthusiasm for my book was very heartwarming.

Sept 23, 6:00p, Creative Quilters Guild of Ellis County, Waxahachie Bible Church, located at 621 North Grand Avenue in Waxahachie, Texas. I was particularly excited about speaking to this group because they had a starring role in The Wedding Dress Quilt.

In the future I’ll be speaking and signing books at the following venues:

Oct 5: Stitchin’ Heaven Quilt Shop in Quitman, Texas. A private event at a glorious quilt shop. If interested in attending, call the shop and make a reservation. (903) 760-7397

Oct 16: Highland Lakes Quilt Guild, 9:00 a.m. at the Fellowship Hall at First Methodist Church, 1101 Bluebonnet Dr. in Marble Falls, Texas.

Oct 19: Nicholas P. Sims Library in Waxahachie, Texas. 515 West Main St., Waxahachie, Texas. 11a-1p. 

Oct 25-26 I’ll be at the International Quilt Market at the George Brown Convention Center in Houston, the largest trade show for the quilt industry, with hundreds of vendors from around the world. I’ll be teaching a class on how to set up a book club in your quilt shop at Schoolhouse on the 25th. On the 26th, I’ll be signing copies of my book in the Moda booth. If you have a shop or are in the “biz” you can attend. It is not open to the public. 

Nov 2: Town N Country Quilt Guild. 1229 U.S. 281, Stephenville, Texas. 1 pm.

Nov 23: Kaleidoscope Quilt Store 114 E Main St, Whitesboro, TX  10 am.

Nov 23: Pinky’s Too Quilt Shop 1300 W Audie Murphy Pkwy., Suite #1, Farmersville, TX  2pm

Dec 2, 6:30p, Austin Area Quilt Guild, Palmer Events Center, 900 Barton Springs Rd, Austin, TX 78704

More Book Signings!!It's been busy, busy, busy. I recent...

 

More Book Signings!!

It's been busy, busy, busy. I recently set up a few more book signings. If you can't attend one of the events listed on the early August 2nd post, check out these book signings. Would love to see you!

September 5, 5-7 pm, O'Briens Bookshop 310 South College Street, Waxahachie, TX (the town where the story takes place.)

September 18, noon-1:00, Kiwanis Club of West, West Community Center    200 Tokio Rd., West, TX

November 2, 1:00 pm, Town n Country Quilt GuildA&M Agri-Life Bldg, 1229 US 281, Stephenville, TX

November 23, Kaleidoscope Quilts114 East Main Street, Whitesboro 76273 (Time TBD)

Till next time,Jeffree Wyn

It's Here!!! Oh, Happy Day! My copies of The Wed...

 

It's Here!!!

          


Oh, Happy Day! My copies of The Wedding Dress Quilt arrived. Do you know that this book started five years ago? Yes! Five very long years ago. Gives new meaning to the phrase that time flies when you're having fun. 
If you ordered yours on Amazon or C&T Publishing, you should be getting yours soon. Hope you love it. Would really be grateful if you leave a review on Amazon. Every review helps. 

Come Join Me at a Special EventAs the pub date for The W...

 Come Join Me at a Special Event

As the pub date for The Wedding Dress Quilt draws near, I've set up several events in central Texas that the public is welcome to attend. I'll be discussing the genesis of the story, reading a chapter from the book, and selling books onsite that I will sign if requested. And you'll be able to see an awfully special treat -- a real quilt made from six wedding dresses. The one in the book was made from one dress, but the quilt you will see is made from six glorious dresses. 
Hope to see some of you at one of the events.


Sept 15, 2024
Oak Street House
410 West Oak St, West, TX 76691 5-7 pm


Sept 23, 2024
Creative Quilters Guild of Ellis County,
Bible Church 621 N. Grand Ave, Waxahachie, TX 75165
6pm - 8:30 pm


Oct 5, 2024
Stitchin' Heaven
321 Richards St., Quitman, TX 75783
10 am


Oct 19, 2024
Nicholas P. Sims Library
515 W. Main St, Waxahachie, TX 75165
11a-1p


Dec 2, 2024
Austin Area Quilt Guild Westminster Presbyterian Church,
3208 Exposition Blvd.,
Austin, TX 78703
6pm


Hope to see some of you at these events. Stay tuned to this FB page as I may be adding more.

Oh my goodness! It's July already. What happened to June...

 

Oh my goodness! It's July already. What happened to June? And what happened to the first half of the year? I suppose the old adage about how life passes quickly when you're having fun is true. I can tell you what I've been doing -- quilting, a lot! Indeed, that is what I love to do for fun. 
Above is a photo of the quilt top my friend Judy Steward made from six wedding dresses. It depicts the double wedding ring quilt I wrote about in my new novel, The Wedding Dress Quilt. The photo was taken before I hand quilted it which I completed last night. Once the lace has been added and the binding I'll post another photo. 
Next month, on August 25th my book comes out, and then life will get a bit crazy. I've set up a half dozen programs at guilds, quilt shops, a library, and private events to share my book with readers. I'm both excited and nervous! I wrote the first draft of the story five years ago. It was a simple short story with none of the twists and turns that the story contains today. A friend read that short story and suggested that I expand it into a novel. I couldn't imagine what else I could say that hadn't already been said. Even so, I gave it a shot and before I knew it I had the beginnings of a novel. 
For several years I played with it until I thought it was worth sending to a publisher. I figured that even if it was rejected I might get some good pointers in the rejection letter on ways to improve it. That didn't happen at all. C&T Publishing accepted it and offered me a contract. I was flabbergasted. Next, they gave me numerous suggestions on changes they'd like to see, the primary one being it should be a cozy mystery. I figured, "why not?" And that's what it has become. This is not the first book I've written with a murder mystery, Call of the Whisperwind had one too and it was a doozy. It was kinda fun to write another. Just think of me as a Texas version of Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote.